week 1 - trial; day 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 1 trial, day 1 ♫ saturday At 9AM, every television will go off, loud enough to wake anyone sleeping. The calm, apathetic voice will advise everyone to gather in the chapel for the trial. Static will continue to blare in the head of anyone dillydallying. Once all of the guests have gathered in the chapel, the doors will lock. Most of the pews have been moved aside to allow for more space, and a few tables have been set up on the altar. On the first, there is an additional copy of the rulebook, and the information cards of the victim and suspects laid out, with space for the suspects to provide their whereabouts, as well as an autopsy report. There is also a large wheeled chalkboard upon which you may write theories. On the second table is a pitcher of water and some glasses, as well as very simple sandwiches and pastries. The door behind the altar has finally been unlocked. It's a rather plain room with an area set off by a folding screen. Inside, you will find a table on which the victim's body has been laid out. Next to the table, two black and white photographs have been hung on the screen. they are close ups of the victim's body, as it was found when the body discovery announcement chimed. A few sticks of incense burn in the corner to avoid any smells. At 6PM, the trial will adjourn. Everyone will be escorted back to the hotel by Miata, after which everyone is allowed to head to either the kitchen to get dinner, or to their rooms. Attempting to wander off into the other areas of the hotel will trigger the static alarms in everyone's heads/televisions. >Discuss? victim suspects         cast setting rulebook

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[stupidly]

[Honesty is the best policy in murdertown, at least! Good work, Alisha, please never get scapegoated.]

You should eat something, even if you don't feel like it. Otherwise, you could wake up feeling sick.

[And then have to go through an entirely new day of this... Only on a twice-over empty stomach.]

[princessantly]

[ She'll try not to, promise. ]

Even if I feel as though eating will also make me sick?

[stupidly]

You should at least keep a few pieces of bread with you. That won't be too harsh on your stomach and it does a good job absorbing the acids there.

[But he doesn't want Alisha to join the ranks of the barfbag squad today, so he won't press that he thinks she should probably be eating more than that.]

[princessantly]

[ Thanks, Gilbert, princess puke is no prettier than any other puke. ]

... If nothing else, I suppose bread couldn't hurt.

[ THE MOST MISERABLE NIBBLING. ]

[stupidly]

[No one wants to deal with more puke EVEN MIATA DIDN'T WANT TO DEAL WITH PUKE. He'll be holding out one of his plates, though - he has two stacked one on top of the other in his hand, and the bowl seems to have some sort of simple fried food... thing in it.

But there are a few thickly cut slices of bread on the bottom one, and that's what he holds out.]

Here. You can save it for breakfast if you can't eat it tonight.

[princessantly]

... Eh? Wait, Gilbert, weren't you going to eat this yourself?

[ WHY ARE YOU GIVING HER YOUR FOOD ]

[stupidly]

I was just going to keep it for the morning, but I wake up early enough that making breakfast isn't a problem.

[GILBERT, UP AT ASS OCLOCK ALWAYS. But this way he doesn't have to go back to the kitchen and she doesn't have to go cut herself some bread, win-win.]

[princessantly]

If I am up before you, then, please allow me to make breakfast for you. As thanks.

[ SHE CAN CUT YOU SOME BREAD AND MAKE WAFFLES, SHE'S GOT THIS. ]

[stupidly]

...If you want to, all right.

[She won't get up before him though haHA!! The benefits of being a sleep-deprived maniac.]

Do you want any water?

[princessantly]

[ GONNA CHECK ON THE KITCHEN EVERY HOUR, fight her. ]

I can do that much myself! You need to rest, don't you?

[stupidly]

[ALISHA STOP, SLEEP LIKE A NORMAL PERSON???]

I wasn't planning on sleeping just yet, so I don't mind grabbing a glass for you.

[princessantly]

[ YOU JUST TRY TO STOP HER. ]

I really can grab my own glass... but if you wouldn't mind lending me your company for a bit, I'd be most grateful.

[stupidly]

[JUST WAIT...]

I don't mind. [He really hadn't intended on sleeping yet, or going up to his room.] Are you... done working on this? We could go now.

[They always end up returning to the kitchen?!]

[princessantly]

[ The kitchen is the source of all comfort!! ]

I don't believe my armor could get any more polished at this point...